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Jul 2014
Run
****** mess
Red white dress.
Heaving breast
Bleeding chest.

Red on white...
A color so beautiful..
To make things right.
Makes us feel so Dutiful.

Grab a Knife
And a pen.
Use the ink of life
In the end.

Flash like a bolt.
Run while you can.
Poetic cult.
Now you understand.
Now you understand, Street Profit. You could never beat us. Started a war then backed out last minute.
Douglas Scheurn
Written by
Douglas Scheurn  Ogden,Utah
(Ogden,Utah)   
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